I’ve done some tough gigs in my time. Speaking in front of a crowd is never easy. Spare a though then for the husband of home secretary Jacqui Smith, who had to face the nation’s press at the weekend and apologise for purchasing “jazz” movies on his wifes expense account, presumably for the purpose of [...]
Posts from ‘March, 2009’
Wednesday morning doon the Volley
I attract bizarre situations. Always have done. Last night, after the Metallica gig, I couldn’t find the guys I was there with so started walking back from the SECC, through the Anderston area of Glasgow to get to Queen Street train station. About 10 minutes into my walk, I spot a marginally inebriated guy contemplating [...]
And stirred his red coat heart, to this Strange Engine
I can’t speak. My knee is agony and I’m absolutely knackered. Must have been Marillion Weekend then…… I’ve been back from The Netherlands for a couple of days now and I’m slowly recovering. After arriving at Port Zelande on Friday, it was straight on the ‘wreck the hoose juice’ as is always the norm for [...]
Conversation Overheard in a Leith Newsagent
I had no change for the bus this morning and had to pop into the newsagent next to the bus stop for an obligatory “change purchase”. Whilst standing in the queue, I witnessed the following conversation at the counter. The cast list Assistant 1: Middle aged lady, serving the customers. Assistant 2: Another member of [...]
This time next week (I’ll be rubber)
A week from today I’ll be in The Netherlands at Marillion Weekend. Ouddorp to be precise. By this time next week I am likely to be well on my way to being severely drunk. I’m actually slightly concerned about my drinking capacity these days. I’m out of training. I used to be out most weekends [...]
No Russian word for ‘bawbags’ and tram dickage extraordinaire
Every so often I just feel the need to vent. Today is one of those days. It seems that everything is conspiring to bug me today, from call centre queueing systems to Edinburgh tram workers. Not that the tram workers are ever really out of my ‘anger spectrum’, but some days even they surpass themselves [...]
Muscle Pains and Brain Drains
I’ve only just recovered enough to type. Saturday was spent with some very good friends at the soft play area at Ratho indoor climbing centre. Two hyper boys, one soft play area and two ageing, unfit Dads was always going to be a recipe for pain. And it was for me. When I woke up [...]
